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Chapter five

Santana was sitting in the passenger seat of Brittany's Dark blue Prius. Luckily it had been a while since Brittany's last drink and she didn't drink too much at the party so they didn't have to call a cab. They had been driving for a while. Both women had been silent since leaving Rachel's shortly after Brittany's offer for Santana to stay the night.

Brittany had a ke$ha Cd playing and Santana tried her best not to smile at Brittany tapping her thumbs to the beat on the steering wheel. She looked so cute, like she really wanted to dance but was trying to keep it all in and her thumbs had got the better of her.

Brittany looked over to Santana who had been staring at her for most of the drive. Santana met her eyes and quickly looked away embarrassedly.

Santana tried to distract the blonde with a conversation so she didn't have time to question her obvious ogling of the dancer. "Dinosaurs!" Santana blurted out in an accidental yell. Her cheeks redden and she briefly closed her eyes wishing she could hide. Even though Santana was able to hide her dorkiness away from everyone it always seemed to find its way out around the blonde.

Brittany giggled and waited patiently for Santana to elaborate.

The Latina cleared her throat. "Uhm, I mean… I really like Kesha's Dinosaur song."

"Oh me too!" Brittany smiled widely. "I am disappointed though, I thought you saw a dinosaur or something, which would have been awesome." She gave Santana a playful wink and returned her eyes to the road. Santana's pretty sure that wink made her heart stop. Like literally stop. Can you die from a wink? Santana pondered while the pair resumed their silence.

"Do you live with your girlfriend?" She asked hesitantly, the question had been playing on her mind.

Brittany smiled politely, it almost looked forced. "Yeah we just recently moved in together."

"Will she mind if I'm crashing at yours?"

"Shit!" Brittany cursed to herself. "I didn't think of that." She looked to Santana who was looking in her lap and fiddling nervously with her hands.

"I'm sure it'll be fine, she's at work so I'll text her and warn her that there's not some homeless stranger on our couch again." She smiled reassuringly.

"Again?" Santana smirked with interest.

"Long story." Brittany gave a short laugh and shook her head in amusement at the time she brought a friendly homeless man to Hannah's parents' house for the night. She had made friends with him on her way to Hannah's, after they had struck up a conversation about cats while she was giving him some money. It had caused a big commotion with Hannah and her parents and an even bigger argument with Hannah and Brittany but the man ended up sleeping on the couch for the night. So Brittany decided the conflict and tension had all been worth it.

"Thanks for this, you really didn't have to." Santana smiled, resting her head against the head-rest as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Don't worry about it." Brittany said pulling up in front of some nice looking apartments.


The pair walked inside Brittany's apartment.

"You really should have something to eat." Brittany said walking into the kitchen and taking off her blazer. "What can I make for you?"

"I'm ok." Santana smiled, her eyes traced the blonde's toned arms. "I'm pretty tired."

Brittany walked to the sink and reached into the above cupboard. She got a glass out and filled it with water and handed it to the Latina.

"I know you've sobered up a bit, but you need to drink that otherwise you'll be in pain in the morning."

"Thanks." Santana smiled taking the glass from Brittany. Her fingers grazed the blonde's and she tried to ignore the growing urge to kiss her.

"I'll make up the couch and you can wear some of my clothes if you'd like?"

"Uh, yeah that'd be great."


Santana returned to the living room after getting changed into Brittany's sweats, she loved how they smelled like the blonde and how she felt a sense of safeness wearing them. She walked to the couch where Brittany had made it into the coziest looking bed.

"Well I'm going to my room now." Brittany said awkwardly appearing from the kitchen, I sat your glass of water on the coffee table."

Santana nodded. "Thank you, Good night."

"Goodnight Santana." Brittany said and made her way up the hallway to her bedroom.

Santana sat on the couch and got under the covers, she laid down and the room began to spin. She groaned into her pillow and hoped that she didn't throw up. She'd hate to embarrass herself even more in front of her choreographer. But within minutes she was drifting off to sleep.


Brittany laid in her bed staring at the ceiling. Why did she feel guilty for letting Santana stay? They did have a moment in the bathroom at Rachel's but nothing actually happened. Besides Santana was straight and just very drunk, plus Brittany would never cheat on Hannah and it's not like she wanted Santana or anything. Brittany rolled on her side and closed her eyes, she waited to fall asleep.

...

"Ugh." She grunted as she sat up. She couldn't fall asleep, all she could think about was how Santana was in her house, just down the hall, in her clothes, on her couch.

She turned on the lamp on her bedside table and threw off her covers. She went to get a book off the shelf before she remembered she hadn't texted Hannah that Santana was staying over. She sat back on the bed and got her phone from under her pillow. It was 1am, Hannah would be home in about an hour.

To xoxHannahxox: Hey baby, one of the students from glee club is crashing on our couch just for tonight. Love you xox

Brittany let out the breath that she didn't realise she'd been holding when she pressed send, she was a little scared of Hannah's reaction. She wasn't the most understanding person but it was too late to now, Santana was in their home, on their couch.

Brittany sighed she put her phone back under the pillow and got off the bed. She silently tiptoed to the door and quietly opened it, the door creaked a little and Brittany cringed. She crept down the hallway until she was in the living room. Santana was on her back, fast asleep, her mouth was slightly parted and one of her arms was dangling off the couch. Brittany was pretty sure it was the cutest thing she'd ever seen.

Was it creepy to be watching the girl sleep?... probably. Brittany scolded herself for being weird and snuck back into her bedroom. She got back into bed and internally winced at herself for getting out to watch the younger girl sleep. She closed her eyes once again and forced herself to sleep.


Santana woke up, it was still dark. It was one of those moments when she knew she had been woken up by something but she didn't know what. It took her a second to figure out where she was before a slight smile played on her lips. She went to sit up to check the time on her phone but a splitting headache forced her back onto her pillow. Fucking hangovers. She lay still for a moment before she heard a huff in what sounded like somewhere up the hall, maybe in Brittany's room.

"Oh God." Santana whispered to herself. "Please don't be having sex, please don't be having sex."

She could hear more faint noises but couldn't make out exactly what they were. She slowly sat up again, and massaged her head with one hand and took a sip of her water with the other.

She sat her glass down and built up the courage to see what the noise was. She tiptoed up the hallway, as she neared the bedroom door she could hear more clearly. She stopped and let out a breathy laugh at the relief that the noises she was hearing weren't sex moans. She reached the door and sat down to listen.

"Brittany! You can't just bring home anyone and everyone when you feel like it!"

"I know Han, but what was I supposed to do."

"She's not your responsibility Britt. God, you don't have to help everyone!"

Santana knew she shouldn't be listening to Brittany and Hannah fight. She felt bad for causing it and she felt even worse for being happy that they were arguing but she stayed and continued listening anyway. Hell, who said she was a good person? Everyone knew she was a bitch already, she might as well live up to her rep'.

"Hannah what's the big deal? She's just staying for the night and it's not like she's a stranger."

"She is to me." Hannah sighed. "Look I'm really tired we'll talk about this in the morning."

"Ok." Brittany said. She sounded sad and all Santana wanted to do was burst in the room, tell Hannah what an ass she was and then hug Brittany. Santana decided she should go back into the living room before she got caught or before she did something she would definitely regret.


Brittany walked out into the kitchen to make a start on breakfast. She was relieved that Hannah was still sleeping, she didn't want to fight or to even talk about the fact she had invited Santana to stay. She really didn't understand why is was a problem, so far Santana had been no trouble at all. She looked at said girl who was still asleep on the couch and smiled at how adorable she looked curled up on her side.


Santana awoke to the smell of pancakes wafting over her. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched out on the couch. It was daylight this time. She sat up, her headache was still present but it wasn't as bad as it was last night. She went to check her phone when she noticed her glass of water had been refilled and there were now two aspirin sitting next to it. She took the painkillers with the water and smiled at the cute cartoon kittens on the glass that she hadn't noticed last night, it was so Brittany-ish.

"Hey you're awake." A soft voice called from behind her.

Santana turned around to see Brittany in the kitchen near the stove. She felt nervous about being in Brittany's home sober. "Yeah." She smiled and flushed a little at her embarrassing, croaky morning voice.

Santana made her way over to the kitchen and took a seat by the breakfast bar that divided the kitchen and living room.

"Hey Brittany?" Santana said shyly, tracing patterns on the bench with her finger.

"Mhm?" Brittany asked as she concentrated on not burning breakfast.

"I.. I'm sorry for last night." Santana stuttered, she was never good at admitting her feelings and definitely not one to apologise.

"What for?" Brittany asked turning to face Santana and cocking her head to the side in confusion.

The cute expression on Brittany's face put Santana more at ease but she wasn't sure what she was apologising for. Maybe for all of it. For almost kissing Brittany in the bathroom, for getting so drunk and having nowhere to stay, for causing a fight between Hannah and Brittany.

"Ah for being a pain and crashing here, I'm sure someone would have let me stay at their house."

Brittany smiled and turned back to the pancakes in the pan. "Don't worry about, it's my fault, I supplied the alcohol anyway. It's really fine Santana."

"Well uh, thanks, I... I really appreciate it." Santana internally cringed, Jeez she was terrible at expressing herself.

"No problem," Brittany giggled. "Now how many pancakes do you want?"


Santana walked back into the living room, when something on the wall caught her eye. She had been, drunk, tired and nervous last night when they came back to the apartment so she didn't really take in her surroundings. Santana traced her finger along the frame of a photograph hanging on the wall. It was of a female dancer, in a studio, she was mid-air, her legs apart in some kind of leap. The light captured the woman's movement and highlighted her tensed muscles, the photo captured the dancer's elegance and grace. It was really beautiful.

"You like it?" Brittany's voice sounded from behind her.

"Yeah, It's really beautiful." She said, her heart raced when Brittany stepped beside her and their shoulders brushed together.

"Thanks, I'm really proud of it." Brittany smiled humbly.

Santana looked from the photo to Brittany to the photo again. "Wait, you took this?" She asked in awe.

"Yeah, it's a hobby of mine." Brittany ducked her head a little in embarrassment. She wasn't used to people noticing her photos. "This is my friend Trish, she was on tour with me. Brittany said looking back to the picture. "She's so talented, especially in ballet. This move she's doing is a Grand Jete." She said pointing to Trish in the photo.

"That's so amazing Brittany, you've really captured something wonderful here." Santana smiled and looked around the room there were a few more pictures hanging on the wall, some more dancers, some scenic pictures and some of a very fat cat, they all seemed to have heart and soul in them. "Did you take all these?" She asked incredulously.

"Yeah."

"Brittany these are so good!" Santana said walking around the room and looking at every single one. She wasn't that interested in photography and didn't know much about it. But she did know that these photos were really good and every single one found the beauty in the picture. "They have so much depth to them." Santana said looking at one of the photos that was of Lima at night, it was of a busy street and there were street lights shining and blurred cars passing by, but if you looked closely on the corner of one of the streets there was a couple's silhouette kissing. It was subtle but stunning.

"Morning." A tired voice said from behind the girls that were studying the pictures.

"Good morning babe." Brittany said brightly rushing over to give Hannah a hug.

Santana gave a slight smile but went back to looking at Brittany's artwork.

"Those pancakes on the bench are yours baby."

"Ok." Hannah sighed and took the plate to the dining table.

Santana was surprised that Hannah didn't seem to appreciate Brittany. If someone made her a delicious breakfast all the time, she'd want to spoil them right back.

"This one's my favourite." Santana said pointing to the picture with the couple kissing. She'd been staring at it for some time to avoid the awkward tension between the three women in the apartment.

"I like that one too." Brittany smiled broadly.

"Oh please don't tell me she's been harassing you to look at her pictures." Hannah rolled her eyes.

Something in Santana immediately felt defensive over Brittany. "No actually, I was asking Brittany about them." Santana retorted.

Hannah scoffed and went back to eating her pancakes. Santana wondered why someone as sweet and caring was with such an asshole like Hannah.

Brittany felt a sense of pride when Santana stood up to Hannah. She had never been around someone who was interested in her photography or even someone who was brave enough to challenge a stubborn Hannah. For the first time in a very long time Brittany felt proud of her photography.

"Well I should drop you home Santana." Brittany said.

"Yeah thanks," Santana said feeling disappointment wash over her. She wanted to stay and hang out with Brittany. Ask her about dance, photography, why she was with Hannah. Even the small details like what her favourite shape was or her favourite colour. She wanted to know everything, she was intrigued.


Santana was on lying her own bed reminiscing about the fact she had stayed at Brittany's, when her phone rang. She picked it up and pressed answer before even looking at the caller ID.

"Hey," A deep cheery voice echoed through the speaker.

"Oh, hey." Santana sighed and wished she had snapped out of her 'Dreamy Brittany world' and looked at the caller ID.

"Look Santana I know something up, you even left the party early last night. So can we please just go somewhere and talk about it?"

"Finn, I don't really want-"

"Please."

"Fine," she huffed. "Come over."

"Thanks, I'll see you soon."

Santana ended the call and sat up. She had to break it off with him, she couldn't do it anymore, she couldn't be with him anymore.


"See, she's not so bad." Brittany smiled after walking back in the door from dropping the Latina off at her own house.

"You think? She seemed to have quite the attitude." Hannah said from the couch.

"That's rich coming from you." Britt mumbled under her breath.

"Huh?" Hannah asked.

"Nothing. Can we not do this please?" Brittany pleaded.

"It's not the fact it happened Britt it's that you didn't even ask me. I live here too. You have to think about me now as well."

Brittany let out a long sigh and slumped on the couch next to Hannah "I know, I'm sorry. If it happens again, I'll ask. I promise… Do you want to go for a walk?"

Hannah smiled and rolled her eyes at Brittany's obvious change of subject. "No I've been put in charge of the bar this week while Bob goes on holiday with his wife. I need to sort out the roster."

"Maybe you could roster yourself off for a couple of nights so we can spend some time together?"

"We need the money Britt." Hannah said opening her laptop.

"I know but I feel like we spend less time now that we've moved in together then we did before."

Hannah stopped looking at the computer and tuned to Brittany. "I know, I'm sorry but it's just how it's going to be for a while… Come here" she motioned. Brittany snuggled into her side, watching her organise the roster. She couldn't help that her mind drifted back to a very adorable Santana sleeping on this very couch.

"Oh and while you were gone your agency rang, something about auditions for some tour?" Hannah shrugged. "They said they'll email you the details."

Brittany's eyes lit up and a large smile appeared on her face. Dancing? More work? Another tour? Dancing! Brittany rushed to get her laptop from her room.